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Have faithfully prepared each other's way—
Go forth upon a mission best fulfilled

When and wherever, in this changeful world,

Power hath been given to please for higher ends
Than pleasure only; gladdening to prepare
For wholesome sadness, troubling to refine,
Calming to raise; and, by a sapient Art
Diffused through all the mysteries of our Being,
Softening the toils and pains that have not ceased
To cast their shadows on our mother Earth

Since the primeval doom. Such is the grace
Which, though unsued for, fails not to descend
With heavenly inspiration; such the aim
That Reason dictates; and, as even the wish
Has virtue in it, why should hope to me

Be wanting that sometimes, where fancied ills
Harass the mind and strip from off the bowers
Of private life their natural pleasantness,
A Voice-devoted to the love whose seeds
Are sown in every human breast, to beauty
Lodged within compass of the humblest sight,
To cheerful intercourse with wood and field,
And sympathy with man's substantial griefs—
Will not be heard in vain? And in those days
When unforeseen distress spreads far and wide
Among a People mournfully cast down,

Or into anger roused by venal words

In recklessness flung out to overturn

The judgment, and divert the general heart

From mutual good-some strain of thine, my Book! Caught at propitious intervals, may win

Listeners who not unwillingly admit

Kindly emotion tending to console

And reconcile; and both with young and old
Exalt the sense of thoughtful gratitude

For benefits that still survive, by faith

In progress, under laws divine, maintained.

RYDAL MOUNT, March 26, 1842.

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FLOATING ISLAND

Published 1842

These lines are by the Author of the Address to the Wind, etc., published heretofore along with my Poems. Those to a Redbreast are by a deceased female Relative.-W. W. 1842.

[My poor sister takes a pleasure in repeating these verses, which she composed not long before the beginning of her sad illness.-I. F.]

One of the "Miscellaneous Poems."-Ed.

HARMONIOUS Powers with Nature work
On sky, earth, river, lake, and sea;
Sunshine and cloud, whirlwind and breeze,
All in one duteous task agree.

Once did I see a slip of earth

(By throbbing waves long undermined)
Loosed from its hold; how, no one knew,
But all might see it float, obedient to the wind ;

Might see it, from the mossy shore
Dissevered, float upon the Lake,
Float with its crest of trees adorned

On which the warbling birds their pastime take.

Food, shelter, safety, there they find;
There berries ripen, flowerets bloom;
There insects live their lives, and die;

A peopled world it is; in size a tiny room.

And thus through many seasons' space
This little Island may survive ;
But Nature, though we mark her not,
Will take away, may cease to give.

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Perchance when you are wandering forth

Upon some vacant sunny day,

Without an object, hope, or fear,

Thither your eyes may turn the Isle is passed

away;

Buried beneath the glittering Lake,

Its place no longer to be found;
Yet the lost fragments shall remain
To fertilize some other ground.

D. W.

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There is one of these floating islands in Loch Lomond in Argyll, another in Loch Dochart in Perthshire, and another in Loch Treig in Inverness. Their origin is probably due to a mass of peat being detached from the shore, and floated out into the lake. A mass of vegetable matter, however, has sometimes risen from the bottom of the water, and assumed for a time all the appearance of an island. This has been probably due to an accumulation of gas, within or under the detached portion, produced by the decay of vegetation in extremely hot weather.

Southey, in an unpublished letter to Sir George Beaumont (10th July 1824), thus describes the Island at Derwentwater : "You will have seen by the papers that the Floating Island has made its appearance. It sank again last week, when some heavy rains had raised the lake four feet. By good fortune Professor Sedgewick happened to be in Keswick, and examined it in time. Where he probed it a thin layer of mud lies upon a bed of peat, which is six feet thick, and this rests upon a stratum of fine white clay, -the same I believe which Miss Barker found in Borrowdale when building her unlucky house. Where the gas is generated remains yet to be discovered, but when the peat is filled with this gas, it separates from the clay and becomes buoyant. There must have been a considerable convulsion when this took place, for a rent was made in the bottom of the lake, several feet in depth, and not less than fifty yards long, on each side of which the bottom rose and floated. It was a pretty sight to see the small fry exploring this new made strait and darting at the bubbles which rose as the Professor was probing the bank. The discharge of air was considerable here, when a pole was thrust down. But at some distance where the rent did not extend, the bottom had been heaved up in a slight convexity, sloping equally in an

inclined plane all round: and there, when the pole was introduced, a rush like a jet followed, as it was withdrawn. The thing is the more curious, because as yet no example of it is known to have been observed in any other place."

Another of these detached islands used to float about in Esthwaite Water, and was carried from side to side of the pool at the north end of the lake-the same pool which the swans, described in The Prelude, used to frequent. This island had a few bushes on it: but it became stranded some time ago. One of the old natives of Hawkeshead described the process of trying to float it off again, by tying ropes to the bushes on its surface, —an experiment which was unsuccessful. Compare the reference to the Floating or Buoyant "Island of Derwentwater, and to the "mossy islet" of Esthwaite, in Wordsworth's Guide through the District of the Lakes.—ED,

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"THE CRESCENT-MOON, THE STAR OF

One of the "

LOVE"

Published 1842

Evening Voluntaries."-ED.

THE Crescent-moon, the Star of Love,

Glories of evening, as ye there are seen

With but a span of sky between

Speak one of you, my doubts remove,

Which is the attendant Page and which the Queen?

"A POET!-HE HATH PUT HIS HEART TO

SCHOOL"

Published 1842

[I was impelled to write this Sonnet by the disgusting frequency with which the word artistical, imported with other impertinences from the Germans, is employed by writers of the

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present day for artistical let them substitute artificial, and the poetry written on this system, both at home and abroad, will be for the most part much better characterised.--I. F.]

One of the "Miscellaneous Sonnets."--Ed.

A POET! He hath put his heart to school,
Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staff
Which Art hath lodged within his hand-must laugh
By precept only, and shed tears by rule.
Thy Art be Nature; the live current quaff,
And let the groveller sip his stagnant pool,
In fear that else, when Critics grave and cool
Have killed him, Scorn should write his epitaph.*
How does the Meadow-flower its bloom unfold?
Because the lovely little flower is free

Down to its root, and, in that freedom, bold;

And so the grandeur of the Forest-tree

Comes not by casting in a formal mould,

But from its own divine vitality.

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"THE MOST ALLURING CLOUDS THAT
MOUNT THE SKY"

Published 1842

[Hundreds of times have I seen, hanging about and above the vale of Rydal, clouds that might have given birth to this sonnet, which was thrown off on the impulse of the moment one evening when I was returning from the favourite walk of ours, along the Rotha, under Loughrigg.-I. F.]

One of the "Miscellaneous Sonnets."-ED.

THE most alluring clouds that mount the sky
Owe to a troubled element their forms,

* Compare A Poet's Epitaph (vol. ii. p. 75).—ED.

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